Chrysan's POV
"Do I need to call Alvis to lend us a hand?" I asked Hugo with my most careful tone to avoid any arguments like last time.
We are like high school students being kicked out of the class because of our situation. It's been three days since Clave cut us off and we've been sleeping under the trees while still trying our best to figure out what should we do next. And now, I'm losing the brink of hope that I have and restraining myself to rely on someone else again.
He just shook his head while looking afar. We are now sitting on one of the steps here where the festival's venue a few weeks ago. The sun's already setting forming a red-orange horizon and golden scenery. It's so much appealing in the eyes but knowing that after this mesmerizing event, there will be darkness enve
